I know, I know

It's been awhile. I've...uh...had a headache. Yeah, that's it.

All of the Manor gang has been pretty lax on the blogging lately, though, so don't go pointing fingers at me! I'll eat 'em! I mean it!

Fall is a big deal around here. We've been playing outside. Lots of stuff going on that just needs a little sorting out, then I promise not to cum in your mouth that we'll be right back on top where we've always been!

But I like being on the bottom sometimes, too.

Life is Tough

Even for the Dead. Today I met the challenge of obtaining coffee and breakfast food-type-stuff from our local Big Yellow fast food place. (After all the copyright discussions lately, I don't even want to mention any names.) I'd been out all night, I was on my way home with a haul, and I just wanted something that didn't taste like grave dirt and I didn't want to argue about it.

The teenageer was running the place by herself. She seriously looked more vacant than anyone in the back of my hearse, so I gave her my order using small words. And she...just...stared. And stared. I repeated myself, a little louder and slower (sometimes that helps), but all that happened was her eyes got a little wider and she finally said, "Oh - my - god - he's - dead."

Great.

Of course there's no one else in the restaurant. Dealing with the Teeming Masses is bad. Trying to get the Sleepers to do anything is always a trick. Negotiating a sandwich and coffee with a teenage sleeper who's probably one of the masses even when she's awake? Forget it. Especially since she's now at the back of the kitchen screaming and trying to reach the mop. (Don't ask -- must be symbolic.)

Good thing that everything I wanted was pre-made, and just needed a good hot dose of microwave energy. I hopped the counter, got my stuff, threw money on the counter (yes! Zombies have money!) and left. Last I saw, she was beating at the locked back door (the one right next to the open window) in a futile attempt to escape the fearsome undead horde.

The fun part was going around back and opening the door for her from the outside.

...well of course I ate her! What would you do? Those sandwiches are crap anyway.

Fun on the Highway

My roommates (all 42 of 'em) and I sometimes get it into our heads that we all need to go somewhere at once, together. At these times it is most convenient to ride the "House Bus". (No, it's not short.) I'm not saying everyone LIKES to do this, just that it's more convenient than trying to caravan and hope everyone keeps up and no one blows a tie-rod or gets a flat or has to go to the bathroom or gets lost or needs a pop...you get the idea.

So next week we're going to Cedar Point. Yep, the whole lot of us. We'll keep tabs on who spews first and you bet that information will be all over the forum. We'll be taking the bus. Good thing we've got three young kids in the house, or else we'd never be able to keep up on all the great new road tunes. We might even have to resort to listening to the radio! "Eensy Weensy Spider"?! Gimme a break! I'll accept nothing less than an Arabian Desert Camel Spider. This bugger crawls up the water...tank.

I think these trips are supposed to be some kind of bonding experience. Like the time Medoc ate three or four Taco Bell burritos right before a five hour bus drive in January. We almost bonded him to the hood for the whole ride.

So next week should be fun. We'll see if we can't get some pictures. My favorite ride used to be the DemonDrop, but now it's the beer tent.

Wonderful

Guess who's got a camera phone?
Well, just about everyone, I suppose.
But guess who's got one and shares the basement with me?

Well, that's fine. That's just fine. I'll bide my time. AND we're getting the webcams set up at home...vengeance will be mine.

Things to do in the lab

Saturday night at the Manor and here's Ian and me, hiding out in the lab! We've got gene sequencing to do, and a case or twelve of Olympia, and we're not coming' out! No way! We can survive in here for MONTHS if we have to!

Just as soon as I go grab the rest of the chinese take-out from downstairs. Be right back, hang on.

Ok! NOW we can survive for months if we have to! I actually don't need to eat as much as Ian does, so he can have my won-tons, they're all flubbery now anyway. Yak. Also he can have those things that look like rubber bands, I don't like them after they've been sitting.

So yeah! We've got beer, and Doritos, and the Internet, and a gallon of almost-fresh moo goo gai pan. We're set for quite awhile. Hell, it's DANGEROUS out there! Did you SEE that skateboard lying in the driveway? That's a deathtrap waiting to happen!

Ian's telling me that it already happened. Well, oh-KAY, then, see what I mean? Skateboard! Deathtrap! Dangerous as hell! We'll be in here with these pea-pods, making sure Mendel did it right. (I think I heard somewhere that you can smoke these things. I'm almost sure of it. Someone try it and let me know.)

Before I get sued, let me assure you that that last statement was a JOKE! DON'T SMOKE PEA-PODS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DROP THAT PEA POD! DROP IT! DROP IT!!!

I don't know WHAT all that noise is out in the hallway, but I bet it has something to do with something really noisy. I think we should get pith helmets, you know, to go with this whole survival theme.

Then we'd be pithed off! With our peas! Ha! Get it?

Woah! Hey! Come back here, blog!

It is NOT almost a month since my last post! Wasn't I just researching the maggots last week?

Geez, but this thing gets away from me.

I guess I'd better get on the ball...though, last I knew, the only time I could stay balanced on the ball was after half a bottle of tequila. Don't ask me to do that again.

Don't know about you, but everyone here had a great First-Annual Satan Day on 6/6/6. We grilled out, of course, but that was lunch, and by dinner there wasn't much left except for a few odd pieces that no one could identify. They were delicious, but definitely not enough to go around, especially after I ate them all, so the whole Manor took off in the bus (yes, the damned HOUSE-BUS) for KFC. They love us there. Talk about unidentifiable pieces...what WAS that in my mashed potatos? Whatever, it was still stuck to the restaurant window last I looked. Huh. I'm betting it will be there 'till NEXT Satan Day.

Now -- who wants to donate their body to science? I'm almost out of specimens. You'll get a freeeeee loooollliiiipop........

FDA Approval!

...Like I ever let that stop me before.

This is for all of you who think I'm just trying to be gross. See?? There's a good reason why I keep buckets of these around!

Be sure to enlarge the photos at the bottom.

You might want to get up and get something to eat first.